The power of choice is an amazing thing, almost liberating, or so you'd think.
Think 'bout it, you have these unending vastness of merchandise, so called exquisite or so called cheap stuff that you could select or not select to calibrate the dials of your freedom.
Now, are there spaces and dimensions where you could be less or more free compared to other places? Bathtub vs business meeting eh?
More so, is this freedom dial customised for each of us, as in, do some have curbed dials and can some, on the other hand, express and exercise their freedom at ease, everywhere?
Physical and logical inhibitions like construction areas or libraries make sense. However, a mental inhibition is harder to crossover; it plainly means that something or someone has got hold of you, even if it's not visible!
Think about this, surfing through a day, we all have an agenda in our heads most of the time. But how discomforting an inhibition we accept when we choose to not share our agenda with others. Fear of misalignment, difficulty in expression, lack of interest in sharing, urge to conform, sheer planning etc, the reasons behind such inhibition may be many.
In an utopian world where everyone would speak their mind and relate to others in the exact way that's literally meant, what a riotous delight the conversations would be! Wait up, authenticity has a price to be paid. It's an unending ripple, chain of waves that are created when authenticity hits the waters of diluted intentions.
We are mostly caught up in the shores of such ripples. There may be a thousand thoughts floating around, a thousand ways in which a sentence that could be perceived. But we, uniquely or sometimes in a clichéd way choose the most believable explanation appealing to us at that time. This may be the correct explanation or may not be the truth at all, after all it's simply what we chose to perceive!
Misunderstandings, misconceptions, misjudgements, misdealing, mismatches, mistrusts, misdirections, mistakes and even misfortunes are attributed to choices that we simply missed or perceived as wrong choices or refused to choose due to our inhibitions.
It's quite like retail therapy. Misfits are all those purchases when I didn't pay attention to what I'd really look good in and what I really want to wear comfortably. A day well spent at the mall is simply the reverse, when I have a constructive and real opinions about myself while trying clothes and thus buy what I need.
Think bout it, how truly free are you to bend in all directions of true freedom. Free to learn and to endorse the truth? After all, life comes in three variants, with some learning (a.k.a success), with gold plated learning (a.k.a failure), with no learning.
